5th Grade Five Word Monologue

Here's our entry this week from Ginger in the form of a poetic epistle:
(Besotted, Eavesdrop, Vein, Receipt, Piecemeal)


Dear Father,

I did not mean to eavesdrop
into your life. The part of
you that you have declared
is none of my business. I did
not mean to see you
besotted by that which
you have decided be a permanent
part of your body
moving piecemeal through vein and artery
and soul. Who is in receipt of your
illness? Who bares the guilt and
foots the bill? I'm sorry
that I stood behind the door
watching. Doing nothing.
I should have been in your face.


(I am also writing, weekly if I can remember, the Wednesday prompts on Poetic Asides, see my poems on my blog, The Gingerbread House.)